Hi Thought, where do you come from?
It seems you are hidden in the corner of my room
where I self connect before the sunrise.
I know you like to hang out in there.
You become like a child at recess
going all over the places, jumping, running and bumping.
But sometimes, Thought, sometimes
I just want you to be quiet
I want you to be well behaved
Sitting maybe in the corner of your own room
where you can sit in silence and meditate.